The Friday 5

friday 5


What playground game do you remember most fondly?
Skipping. All the rhymes we sung, and double dutch. I got my daughter two huge ropes this year. Heavens, where did my energy go? About 10 skips and I was wheezing for breath. And could we get the Double Dutch going? Could we hell as like!


What playground game did you just hate? Kiss, Cuddle or Torture. Hated running, hated being caught, hated the boys in my class who might do one, or all three to me.



Which playground apparatus did you most enjoy? The May Pole, at Coney. Was like a roundabout - but designed like a maypole, so not only did it go round like a round-about it also swung like a swing. Very dangerous. This is the only picture I could find of one like it!



Which playground apparatus did you generally avoid or not care much for? Climbing Bars. I'm so crap at upper body strength. Couldn't swing from the ladders, couldn't heave myself up. Pathetic.



What playground game might be really fun if grownups played it with adult rules? High Tig Low Tig. I've played that as a grown up. With Grown ups! In a shop! Great Fun. Clambering all over the flipping clothes stands and the counter. What a balL!

You said you would always stay

Last night Si went camping with the Scouts. Now I know not everyone is here in Sunny Scotland, but Camping??? On First December???? In Ayrshire? I ask you. Now I'm not a Scout, I'm not an outdoory type of person really, but I knew that yesterday was not camping weather! But no, three leaders and 6 Scouts... away off and up a hill! Flipping Hairies.

As I sat in front of the TV at 9 pm, with the rain hitting the back window so hard I had to turn the volume up to drown it out, I thought. What were they thinking? The wind then started to get up, and bins were banging, and trees were howling. Wasn't good. When I left to get Steven at 1050 (He was at the Indian with the Belarus Ladies Volleyball team), it was pouring, blowing a gale and thunder and lightning! Yes! And they were up a hill! In a Tent!

We had to get up at 745 this morning, as Stevo was playing in the Power League for Volleyball. We dropped him at 9.20 at the Kelvin Hall and started our rounds of shoe shops in Glasgow looking for the perfect Pink Sparkly shoe for school dance. We must have walked 5 miles around Glasgow and got nothing. O M G Our legs where killing us!

We took a run out to Kirsty's to give her her birthday present. A lovely pair of vibrating pants, and a beautiful, "by helen" scarf. We had cream cakes and cookies and a cup of tea. I raided Kirsty's Box Room (Not Cupboard), and seen if there was anything I could steal. There was, infact, many many things I could steal, but I refrained!.

We headed back to Kelvin Hall for three and were in time to watch Steven sleeping at the side of the pitch (he was supposed to be linesman), and then we headed back down the road, to be met by the lovely smell of tea cooking.

I love my husband. He'd better always stay.

DWNB

Yeah you and me we can light up the sky ..........

Flip.

My Si has a cold sore. I have told him he has herpes. He blames me. He says I am the only person he has kissed, therefore, I must have kissed someone else, and thereby and therefore, given him herpes. Cheek of it!

Is quite sweet. Is looking like a duck with a little beak. I find it quite attractive.

Even more so, now that he has decided not to shave one half of the top of his lip, so he has a half moustache, which I'm finding V. attractive!

The Friday 5

The Friday 5


Are you a mentalist or an illusionist?
Most definitely a Mentalist. I'm Reiki Practitioner (with certificates), and you know... after training, I realised that the Reiki was there all the time, I just didn't know what to call it!

You’re on a roll. Do you feel the roll you’re on?
Most definitely. I'm feeling life is good right now, and everything is there for the taking. Watch out World.... cause I'm coming at ya!


How many performances a week?
Everyday is a performance. Each and every single day. My life is my performance. There are no rehearsals.


Is there a little bit of Evel Knievel in you?
Daredevil??? I think so, I think you need to be a wee bitty daredevilish to exist in this world and have people notice you. People who don't dare, don't live.

How much of what you do is physical, by the way?
Getting out of bed, is quite a physical activity; showering, getting dressed and driving to work. Then I muchly sit on my butt all day. Except for those days, when I'm feeling the energy and am driven outside, to partake in the fresh air. In the Evenings, I'm very physical. I have to restrain my husband, chase my children, and every other night, I take a 3 mile walk. That's how physical I am!

Enjoy!

7 things!

7 Random Facts

1. I had Love at First Sight and it's still there.
   
2. I've Said "I'm gorgeous" so many times, I actually believe it.
   
3. My Daughter is the SMARTEST person in our family!
   
4. My Son is the Funniest Person in the World.
   
5. I loved being pregnant, even though I was so sick.
   
6. My Mate Kirsty, is completely and Utterly Mad
   
7. I LURVE my Tap Dancing, and I'm Great At It!
   

The 7 Victims

(I've got to go find some victims, did it, here you go)

WeeDevil
ifyougiveamooseamuffin
Mooses of the North,blogspot.com
http://bloggedy-blog-blog-saucy.blogspot.com/
Kevin's Way Cool Blog.blogspot.com
oncommonground.blogspot.com
http://thesanchezgang.blogspot.com/

Hey - Click on the links or click on Next Blog at the top of the page. Stumbling over blogs is lovely!

DWNB

We Gotta Work, Work, Work this out....

Am sad.

Tap Dancing was brilliant tonight. Walking fast is paying off. I wasn't QUITE as knackered tonight. Although repeating the dance 12 times over is a BIT excessive.

However, problem lies in Performance. Is on 12th December. Which is the same night as Eilidh's school dance. It's a no-can-do. She can't be in both places at the same time, and now she is sad. I'm sad too, because I love dancing with her, we have a giggle together, and we are as Good/Bad As each other. Still there will be other Dance Shows... (we do at least 4 a year!), but there will only be one, second year Christmas dance, in a Jane Norman dress!

On a lighter note. I heard from George Galloway's secretary today. I'm organising a wee surprise for K's birthday (which is 6th December if anyone would like to wish Wee-devil a Happy Birthday). I emailed him a while ago, and he came straight back to me. This surprised me and now I have a higher opinion of him than I did before.

He was funny and quick to respond, and, now I find happy to oblige.

I may not agree with him on his policies and view, but I don't agree with K and her devotion to him (I might add here, that K's devotion is not lust, or love, but like a devotee to a Kind Uncle who saves her!). Anyways, she is in for a nice surprise.

It might even be there tomorrow!

Tee Hee.

Someone I am, is waiting for Courage

Clic Sargent

Need Your Help.

Donate Please

It might have appeared to go unnoticed,

K is unwell.

So unwell she went to the Doctors.

Hair loss, lethargy, poor skin, droopy eye, and a bad case of crying at the X-factor. The Doctor with Sweat Marks under his arm pits and a rare case of BO laughed. What kind of Doctor laughs when a patient is open enough to admit they cry during X-factor? A Cruel Doctor! Get a new one, K".

I said, "you need happy pills". But she hasn't acknowledged that comment at all. I know she needs happy pills, because I used to have (a)Lethargy, and more importantly (b), a bad case of crying at the TV. I understand K's problem. I know that she isn't crying because the X-Factor is so BAD. She is crying, because she is living the emotions of the poor sods who are on the X-Factor.

When I needed the happy pills (the first time), I used to cry at Neighbours. Yes, tragic I know, but there is it. That is how I knew there was something wrong with me.

Well actually that is a lie. I knew there was something wrong with me, when I took the continental quilt cover off my bed, dragged it into a cupboard, got inside it, and cried for 3 hours.

My Doctor thought I was pregnant, (till he met me - I had my first consultation down the phone, I wouldn't leave the house).

The Taxi Driver recognised that part of the problem was the Mad 80 year old next door. His words to me, as he drove me home (still crying), when he dropped me at the house was " oh, If I lived next door to that lunatic, I'd be crying too".

However, the reality is a chemical imbalance. I'm prone to it. A logical person could see it. I'm either very very up, or very very very very down. With happy pills, I am a more logical, balanced person, and those around me do not suffer the slings and arrows of my manic mood swings.

The saddest part of my first outbreak of HappyPillitus was the after crying at the lunchtime edition of neighbours, I would then take my seat at 5.25 for the tea-time repeat, praying that it would be happier than the lunch time one??

Figure that.


DWNB

When your world is full of strange arrangements..

Wow. Busy Weekend.

Making the most of every minute. Got up, helped Stevo with Paper round, had brekkie, drove to Edinburgh.

Farmers Market on Castle Terrace...... German Market at the National Galleries, Lunch in Filing Station.... poor service and poor chips!

Bought the most fantstic Vodka Liqueur from Demijohn Fudge from the farmers market, Ostrich Burgers, Hats, Sweets, Nuts. We walked miles. It was brilliant.

Got home about 5, grabbed a chinese, and settled down with a bottle of Vin. Si had some beer, Eilidh had strawberry whips! Steven went out with keith and Andy... ended up out all night! I almost passed out about 11, (I think, can't really remember), and woke up this morning with mad aching head. Had several lovely cups of tea, and a bacon buttie, before I was able to drag myself from my pit), after watched Charmed. I was late to this programme, but I lurve it! I haven't watched an eposide I haven't lurved!

Then headed to Irvine to get the shopping, highly entertained on the way by new GPS.... heh heh heh - it comes with the IPAQ. What a giggle. Best laugh is driving away from where Dave wants you to go. He gets quite agitated.

Back home, sort the tea, register my airmiles...... have tea.

Just fnished watching Heros. Am so tempted to read the web site, and find out what happens in last two episodes, but shouldn't really. Wait and Watch... wait and watch....

Will have to get stuck in about the christmas shopping...... it's coming soon. December at the end of the week!

DWNB

Doin Doo Wop Be Dooby Do Aye

Friday Night is mad night!

Si to Scouts, Steven and Eilidh to orchestra. I do the housework (snigger snigger), I brush the floor, hoover, fold the ironing, and maybe if I'm good, plump up the cushions on the couch.

I did have really good intentions, but When I come in on Friday, and the kids have gone out, and then Si goes, the quiet is too nice to miss, and I like to just sit, sit and be quiet for a little while. It happens so rarely.

So that's what I'v e been doing, and now... am just about to start running round in a mad panic to get the place looking like maybes aye, I have been doing something!

tee hee.

The Friday 5

http://www.friday5.org/


If a really, really good photographer — the kind who always makes you look good and still look like you — were to take your photo right now, what would be a good title for it? O M G Get Your Hair Coloured.


If that photo were so good it belonged on the cover of a magazine, what would be a good choice, based on where you are and what you’re doing? Saga - Look Oldies, are Getting Younger - How Grey is She


If you took an interesting or aesthetically pleasing photo of something in your view right now, what might it be, and what would its title be? Arran on a Frosty Morning (see my http://www.flickr.com/ Dylcruz)


Among people you know, who seems to have a knack for taking great shots of people? Peter the Ribbeck.... see also www.flickr.com and search people "rvzpeter"


Are you usually happier with candid photos of you, or photos you’ve posed for? Photos I've posed for, then I can tip my head back, and you wouldn't see double chin, or grey hairs!

But The Fire is So Delightful

Yes, it is getting to that stage. It was so cold this morning, that I fell asleep again, snuggled under the blankets! Well actually that is not why I fell asleep again, that was just because I was really really sleepy, but the thought of the cold outside, just made me sneak further under the covers. I could quite happily have stayed there all day.

Steven was out at a party last night and football training. Where he gets his energy from I have no idea! Eilidh was studying.... that's excellent isn't it! Can't get Steven to pick up a book!

Flip, well I'd better get on and go and get dried off before I leave to go to work... just the hairy head, that's all. I have fun ahead of me today. Sending my Motorola Rzrv off to get replaced, and taking my IPAQ

Later, Dudes.

Still See that Tackle By Moore and When Linaker Scored....

Oh Shit.

England are playing Croatia. They have to draw or win to get thru to the European Cup next year. Presently they are 1-2 down. It is disastrous. Croatia scored twice in first 14 minutes.

My husband is in pieces on the edge of the couch.

I have to say it isn't looking likely.

Bring Back Gazza.

DWNB

You're Just Too Good To be True......

K, has got a droopy Eye.

She tells me that it is her Right eye. Now I'm looking at this picture, and I'm seeing Left Eye? I am assuming the Droopy Eye, is not the Bright, Wide Open Left Eye?

Help?

Can anyone suggest (a), which eye it is, and (B) what has caused it?

I don't Feel Like Dancing, no Sir No Dancing today

Jeez.

I'm trying, really really, trying, but honestly. tap nearly finished me tonight.

I'm sitting here in a state of shock. Bloody Hell. So much exercise and torture in 60 short minutes.

Flipping hairies.

DWnB

I wanna eat cake ...............

A CAke!

Like what you said.

And some will take eternity to believe..........

Time is passing too fast. Does anyone else notice this?

When I was 7, I remember thinking that I was never going to get thru School, because time was dragging so slowly! I thought, "jeez, another 11 years of this!" Now I'm sitting thinking that was 36 years ago.... Where did it all go? I've been with Simon 21 years, and a bit. It seems like yesterday I met him, but no, it's been all that time. My babies.... they aren't babies, 13, and 16 years! It's all I can do to crush more and more into each day in an attempt to slow down the movement of time.

smack, just one kiss and I was outta whack

There it's gone AGAIN.

Friday night arrived, really quickly, and zoom - Monday morning was there twice as fast!

I took Eilidh and Laurie down to Guide Camp on Friday night. It was just a wee short one - an opening had come up and they took it.

Then I came home and settled in to Children In Need. Some of it was rubbish (Mostly the STV contribution), but some of it was highly amusing!

Si came in at 9.45 and the three of us sat til 1 am watching the activities!

Up early on Saturday morning, Steven had a volleyball training sess in Glasgow. Si and I dropped him off and then went for a bimble around the town.

After up and down Sauchiehall street, and about an hour in Waterstons (where I came up with the full name of K and My Shop - Aurora Borealis Buck Bean Books), we headed out to Kelvingrove. I wanted to see the funny heads! Wow! They were funny.

We had something to eat in the museum restaurant - a rather nice little Sweet Potato and Prawn Soup... yummy, and freshly baked roll.

We headed over to the kelvin hall then, and watched Steven knock his pan out at Volleyball. My gawd he doesn't half bounce around that pitch. I don't know where he gets the energy.

We realised he wasnt' going to finish anytime soon, so we had a donner round the Transport Museum - much disgusted to realise that the cars they had in the Vintage Section were actually cars we have driven about in, during what seems to us, the recent past! How Depressing.

Steven called to say he had finished and we headed home - the rain was pouring by this time, and I could barely see the road. Eilidh came home about 6.30, and we sat in for the night -well we did. Steven headed out again, much to his sister's disgust. The Volleyball club were having a fund raising night at the Ardneil hotel, and he was "obliged" to go. Ha puff, was he, he just wanted to go to the pub!

He staggered in about 1215, pretending desperately that he hadn't been drinking! huh, yeah, neither he had! Straight to bed. Out for the count!

On Sunday, He had volleyball again. A school match this time. Dropped him off at 10.30, then headed off for the Shopping, came back, dropped off some lunch for him, and headed into the town. Wintertainment was in full flow, Santa's, facepainting, pipe bands and majorettes a plenty. And for the first time in probably 15 years, Santa didn't make it in on the helicopter. The Helicopter got called away on an emergency, so Santa got dropped off by Life boat instead! I only ever went to see the sailors on the Helicopter.

Eilidh was face painting with the Guides! Wintertainment just isn't the same without wee people to keep you going. We headed off up the road, lacking in Christmas spirit!

And there endeth, my weekend AGAIN!

DWNB

The Friday 5 ...... on Saturday........

Have you ever considered running away from home? Yes I have. three years ago. I was v. v. unhappy, and running away definitely felt like a good idea.


Have you ever actually run away from home? (If so, for how long?) Nope.


What would make you want to run away from home? Desperation


What would you do if a friend ran away to your house? Phone whoever they had ran away from, tell them they were okay. Get them drunk, reassure them and then SEND THEM HOME.


If you were going to run away from home, where would you go?
Paris........Wee Hotel in the Montmatre.....and drink wine.

Keep an Open Mind Until the Day Sets In

Is Wednesday, and for those of you keeping up, both kids did come home on Saturday night. Eilidh spent most of the evening grading those who were snogging. Who looked right / who didn't. Very education. She had a ball and was all flushed when she came in. I think there may have been a few pecks on the cheek at the very least!

Steven finally arrived home about 12.30!!! I was going frantic. He phoned and told me he was setting off at 1120 - and since Steph only stays along the road (about 1 mile) I really was expecting him before midnight. When I phoned at 1220 he explained that Steph's dad wanted to drive them home and so they were waiting their turn. - Here they all are in all their glory! James Bond, Waitress, Hippy, Surgeon, Poirrot, Pirate, Mini Mouse, Cowboy, Kissing Booth, Bunch of Grapes (yes really) - and John McLaine... Die Hard (with the Ailien Antenna). tee hee.

Sunday past in a blur as always. I was having a lie in while the rest of the family headed to the Remembrance Parade. Then I got a text to say that Eilidh was Flag Bearer, and Steven was Laying the Wreath for the Scouts, so I dived up, dragged clothes on, and managed to get down the town in time to see them all.

Then it was Football, and the shopping..... Steven was frozen on the way home (so was I, but I'm not going to complain, I sat most of the match in the car.

Finally we got home, had a curry - no one could be arsed cooking. And sat and chilled in front of the tv!

Tonight is Steven's parents' night at school. I am NOT looking forward to this!

And I am feeling a little peculiar....................

Is November. Is almost December, which means almost Christmas. Amazing.

I haven't done any Christmas Shopping but I found a lovely catelogue last night and rowsed the web page. I think it is a company set up by someone who won the lottery and just wanted to sell things they liked, with no regard for market forces. Very nice.

I hope life treats you kind .................

My baby has just gone out to a party. A real party where there will be boys and kissing. She looked FANTASTIC. I bent all her hair (I can't call it curled), and she chose her own clothes and did her make up . Oh Wow. My baby has grown up. All Grown Up!

My other baby is just about to go out. Is going as James Bond to costume party. Is very particular about his appearance and this suits him just fine.

There are more and more nights now, where Si and me are left sitting in, either waiting to go and pick up, or waiting for the drop off. We're not quite at that stage yet where we can go out and leave them to it, but it's definitely approaching. I'm quite sad about that.

It's odd but just recently I've been having resigned thoughts about not having any more babies - this is a mad thought, because I had my womb removed 3 years ago..... and it never bothered me at the time. My body clock is obviously still throwing out the signals and telling me that time "would be" running out.


I loved my wee slugs! I always remember the nurse saying to me in the hospital, did I need to speak to the psychologist, because my baby was beautiful, not a slug", but they were always wee slugs to me... That's what I miss most, my slug hugs.

DWNB

The Friday 5

From The Friday 5 :


What’s something that’s hanging from your ceiling?

There is in fact a spider hanging from the ceiling in the hall. I'm inclined to leave it there because my husband says that Spiders are good for getting rid of flies, and I hate flies more than I hate spiders. As long as it stays in the hall I don't mind. If it was in the bedroom, it would have to be peacefully removed. When I was confined to bed when expecting my son, I had sciatica, and I lay one night and watched as a spider arrived in the ward thru an open window (bearing in mind the ceilings were about 20 feet high), and crawled across the ceiling until it came to rest right above my bed. And then.... dangled, and dangled a bit more, and then Jumped straight onto my bed. They thought I had gone into Labour I was howling so much!


What’s something that’s hanging on your wall?
I have lovely photo of Taffy a big white dog who lives in our Turkey office. He is wearing a Beneteau skippers hat. He's very very cute.

What’s something that’s hanging in your closet?
A very spectacular corset type top which I am hoping I can get into for Christmas!

What’s hanging from your rear-view mirror? (for those without cars, what’s something hanging from the rear-view mirror of a car you’ve recently ridden in?) There were a pair of furry dice, with cow hide (thanks K), but they have gone in favour of Yankee scent car freshener. Coconut Beach! Yummy.


What have you been hanging onto for too long? Everything I hang on to is precious. I wouldn't hang onto it if it wasnt. I have attic full of hanging on to stuff. Including box of letters sent back and forward to husband while he was in Navy. Love it!

DWnb

Im wide awake and I can see the

You know that feeling you get when you have a decision to make, and you aren't sure which way to go......Or when you know something is niggling at you and you can't resolve it?

The feeling that that generates, I call the Undertoad.

I got that word from the Book, "The World According to Garp", by John Irvine.

It is perfect description of the feeling. I can say to my husband "oaft, I've got an undertoad", and he sits me down and says "what's bothering you", and we work out together why the undertoad is sitting there, and once we've worked it out, it goes away.

I love that Book, if you get the chance you should read it. Is very thought provoking. (Well for me anyways).

We called our first cat Garp, after the book. It was such a good name for her, she could even say it, "Garrrup".

Bummer, I miss Garp. .

30 things............................................

1. Name one person who made you laugh last night? Steven made me laugh. He invented the "runes" in Ancient Peru... amongst other things. Quite ernestly!

2. What were you doing at 0800? Showering

3. What were you doing 30 minutes ago? Driving home from Football Practice

4. What happened to you in 2006? .........lots of things. Eilidh started Secondary School. Steven went to Kandersteg

5. What was the last thing you said out loud? "Do you really understand this?" (steven is showing me his chemistry homework? Eh?)

6. How many beverages did you have today? Several. About 7 pints of water

7. What color is your hairbrush? Black

8. What was the last thing you paid for? A Mariane Keyes Book in ASda - very good value at £3.50.

9. Where were you last night? Here, Lauri's, Muirhead Community Centre, here, Marr College, Here, Muirhead Community Centre, Lauri's, Here. It was quite busy last night.

10. What color is your front door? White

11. Where do you keep your change? In the bottom of my bag.

12. What’s the weather like today? Was blustery. Like A Pooh Day.

13. What’s the best ice-cream flavor? o m g - The kilmarnock shop vanilla.

14. What excites you? Simon

15. Do you want to cut your hair? No Is beautiful just now.

16. Are you over the age of 25? Yes InDeedy

17. Do you talk a lot? Yes In Deedy

18. Do you watch the O.C.? What is the OC?

19. Do you know anyone named Steven? My Son is Named Steven

20. Do you make up your own words? Yes I do. Abso-bleeding-lutely.

21. Are you a jealous person? Yes I am. No one come neareth my husband.

22. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter ‘A’. I thought about it, andI don't have a friend by that initial. If I can't think of them now, then they can't be a good friend.

23. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter ‘K’. KIRSTY

24. Who’s the first person on your received call list? Grans Latest

25. What does the last text message you received say? " "I'll keep you to that X"

26. Do you chew on your straw? Nope

27. Do you have curly hair? Yes

28. Where’s the next place you’re going to? Bed

29. Who’s the rudest person in your life? Kirsty. She is immensely rude.

30. What was the last thing you ate? Peanut M&Ms

31. Will you get married in the future? I am married. Don't intend leaving him for anyone else.

32. What’s the best movie you’ve seen in the past 2 weeks? The Wedding Singer (Again)

33. Is there anyone you like right now? Yes, my husband. My daughter and my son.

34. When was the last time you did the dishes? this morning

35. Are you currently depressed? . No, I take many happy pills to stop me being depressed.

36. Did you cry today? No

If I have half a chance I grab it, rabbit run...

We had near disaster on Sunday.

Rabbits discovered hole under shed on Saturday. Si and I ran around like lunatics trying to find them, and I had just left the garden to look down the drive, when I spotted a wee white bum tail sticking out under the shed. It took Eilidh and me an hour to entice them out and stick them back in their shed! Bad Buns.

Last night though in the midst of Firework Hell (Our neighbours were letting off rockets right left and centre - three hit my car) Blue disappeared. We thought we had covered the hole and had looked as far as we could see under the shed, with no sign of him. Eilidh decided that he had gotten out into Christine's garden next door, so we headed off and looked round, but with no success and the biggest fear that they would have escaped from Christine's garden into the playing field beyond. Steven and I wandered round the park but with no obvious sign of the rabbit and so we came back resigned to the fact that we may have lost a Bun.

Steven however was having none of it and began to move the wood piled up along side the shed, and managed to wheedle out posts which were stashed under the shed. Then a shout went up! He found him. Sitting bang slap in the middle of the ground under the shed, inbetween the sleepers. Wee buggar.

Steven sat outside until the cheeky bun decided to try and make a break for it, at which point Stevo rugby tackled him and threw him quite undignified back into his bed.

One Found Bun

Two Relieved weans!

You to me are Everything....... Oh Baby

Heavens, I love my husband. Oh yes, I do.

I met him at lunchtime, just for a coffee, not for anything naughty, and see for having just spent 30 minutes with him in the middle of the day - I'm all happy.

I think that after 21 years, that is something of an achievement.

We had a giggle in the coffee shop, wow ASDA has a lot to answer for.. (helping me maintain my marriage). - laughing at how Eilidh has inherited her Gran's radar ears. We were trying to have a quiet conversation at the door this morning on his way out, and eagle ears was sitting at the top of the stairs, ears glowing with the effort of straining to hear what we were saying!! Ha ha She's not going to know.

We also had a giggle about Steven. He has a Fancy Dress party tomorrow night, and is stuck for costume. Then we seen a Dinner Suit, yeah, ASDA is stocking Tux's at £19.00 .... and we thought. James Bond. He would love that!

All in all - good day so far. I have a Reiki night tonight, so I'm heading up there straight after work, so I'll see my wee family later on, after they've all finished their activities!

DWNB

The Friday 5 - O M G

If you were on a game show and could phone a friend for help, who would your lifelines be for sports: Stevo
arts & music: Eilidh
literature: Kirst
history and geography: Si
science: Si


When you need someone with muscles to help you with a task, who’s the first one you call? Si, obviously


When you need some creative help with ideas for a project, who’s the first person you call?
Kirst - she has the maddest ideas in the world


When you have a moral dilemma and need advice, on whom do you rely most? Strangely enough. Kirst. She has enough moral dilemmas, and works herself into a state over the weirdest things that when you present her with a pretty straightforward moral dilemma she is pretty damn straight to the point on it!



When you need to know the best way to get somewhere, which of your directionally-gifted friends do you call upon first? Not Kirst. She gets lost using the Tom Tom. No Si, because he is a male, males don't do directions. Probably the internet, in fact definitely the Internet.

DWNB

Cause we're really gonna rock tonight .....

Oh my god.

Tap last night. Flipping Michael Jackson and the Jackson Five. Hop Shuffle Hops! I think I've pulled a muscle in my groin we did so many of them.

I don't think I have sweated so much in ages. Who'd have thought that Tap Dancing provided such a work out? I always feel better for it tho - even despite the fact I had to drive home in the rain with both windows open in the car trying desperately to get some oxygen into my lungs.

Was Halloween and I think Amy had been possessed by Evil Dance Doctor. She kept us going over and over and over. We all had v. sore legs - and very hot faces! Jeesus!

When I got home, Children were all gone. Steven to Scouts, Eilidh out Guising. I sat and had a toastie whilst stil trying to regain my breath. A group of Guisers came to the door and I just handed out their goodie bags. I really couldn't be bothered listening to 6 versions of whatever they were going to do. I was really shattered.

Am still tired tonight, but am just going to sort out the kitchen, and the washing and then, I'm heading out for a wee jog..... bear that in mind Wee-Devil.. .... Me Jog You Text.

A hole in your head.................

Not Sugababes. U2.

7.00 am Woke this morning with a blinder of a headache. Took a couple of tablets hopeful that I had got it early enough. Woke at 9.10 still aching, thought, have a cup of tea and toast, see if it gets better, half way thru toast, felt like puking. Fell asleep again. Woke at 12. Still couldn't lift head off pillow. Woke at 2, came down for cup of tea. Sat for 30 minutes, started to keel again. Back to bed. Woke at 4 with Steven coming in. Had a cup of tea. Lay back down again.

Now 1935, and finally have been upright for about an hour. Still not feeling great, but better than I was. Am going to jump, well walk slowly into the shower.

Jees. Just had coughing fit to frighten the french there. Jees. That was nasty.

Night Night

help me make the most of freedom......

God Help me. Guess what I've just done.

Been out for a run.

Yes. Pant Pant Pant Pant. I was only out from 8.43, until 9.03 which is only twenty minutes. Is that right? Christ I can't even think any more. I ran a minute, walked for 90 seconds, ran another minute, walked for 90 seconds, ran almost another minute, I think I got to 52 second, and then walked for 2 minutes, and then ran a last minute and then staggered back.

Jeeeeesus. I am only just getting my breath back.

I think I bounced my baby belly (yes, is still there after 13 years - my babies were ginormous and stretched my belly out of all proportion - nothing to do with me being fat bird), right out of it's correct place (i.e, lying all floppy where my tight abs should be). And now, it's numb. Which is good. I could do some lipo tonight with the vacuum? maybe?

Additionally I think I can pinpoint now, the blockage in my intestine, I could feel it pressing against my left hip. Heavens the things your body tells you when you move it.

Shit. I think I'm going to have to go and lie down.

DWNB

Put your head against my life.............What do you hear?

PC was knacked yesterday. Not quite sure what was wrong with it, but is working again now, well it was this morning, hence my absence yesterday.

Had my lovely rose tinted bath on Saturday night, together with a v. big glass of wine and a bag of crisps, followed by several other big glasses of wine which left me rather plished to say the least.

Woke up on Sunday Morning feeling like trash. But a couple of Co-proxamol later and a roll in salt and vinegar crisps I was feeling great. Well Better.

Don't know what's come over you..............

So there I was feeling sorry for myself, husband away all last weekend playing with the Scouts, and then this weekend he is working...... so I'm feeling sorry for him. But then I think to myself. Aw. It's the firework display next weekend. Nice event in Troon. Run by the local Round Table, or Rotary (maybe it's the same thing). Loads of Fireworks, no music, luminous bands and sparklers. So I thought, we'd walk down to that, watch the fireworks, then bimble along to the pub and have a drink or two to chase the cold away.

But then, he says, "I'm away next weekend". He's playing with the Scouts again!!!

Oh Wow. Big Hot Bubbly Bath, Glass of Red Wine and A Magazine for Me tonight!

Poor Wee Soul.

DWNB

The Friday 5

The Friday 5

Of peace, joy, love, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, humility, and self-control, which are you most lacking?
Self Control - Show me a Multi-Pack of Crisps and I'll show you my mouth!

Of peace, joy, love, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, humility, and self-control, which are you most blessed with?
Goodness. I'm totally a good person. I stopped wishing death on people years ago.


The Scout Law says that a scout is trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, and reverent. Which of these are relative strengths for you?
Courteous. Every day I always do one courteous thing. I'm working on a Pass it on theory. I do a courteous deed, and that person should feel compelled to do one on!

Which of the elements in the Scout Law are relative weaknesses for you?
Thrifty - ha ha ha ha ha I'm the opposite. Show me a purse, I'll show you NO money.

If you were to create a list-type law, such as the Scout Law, for your occupation, what might it look like?
A Book-keeper should be honest, agressive, demanding, spoilt, and charming to speak to.

DWNB

Moving sidewalks, I don't see under my feet.....

Is cold and wet, and very dark.

Clocks go back this weekend, which is cool. We get a longer lie on Sunday? Maybe? I think I'm still missing my hour from March when they went forward!

I wish it wasn't quite as wet, I can cope with cold and wind, but the wet just makes it sooo soggy.

I promised K that I would take up jogging tonight, and to be honest, I actually feel quite like doing it. If it wasn't quite so wet I'd be even keener. I just feel the need to get out and exercise a bit. Maybe a wee jog round the estate will do me some good. Roll on me, with the Web Cam when I come back!


DWNB

Pamela Is Brill!

Look What Pamela Did to me!!!

I said, "chop it all off". And she did! But is Brilliant.

Am so pleased.

THANK YOU PAMELA!

Am Delighted!

Proud of her features, she kept herself pretty

I'm getting more and more aware of the advance of years and the effect, (and toll) it is taking on my bod and face!

The bod needs more work, and less food for sure, but the face... mmmm. Getting "lived in", but I think it is still managable.

I did the full works the other night. Face Wax, ARGHHHH - Does that not ever get any less sore; plucking.... jeesus. Who thought these up, and then a face pack. One of the Gel types which you then pull off, in a oner if you are clever.

I even went so far as to buy make up. I haven't worn make up at work for years, which I think is a good thing. It means that when I go out in the evening then the people I work beside are ecstatic at the effort I have made to look nice, even tho I have only slapped on a layer of lippy and a bit of eye liner!

I'm not gorgeous by any stretch of the imagination - I look too much like my dad - hence handsome may be more apt description - but I like to think I have a certain appeal. I laugh a lot which I think has helped the face keep it's elasticity but has resulted in laughter lines around my eyes. But I think I've always had them. But i think it's the laughing which makes me a more attractive person. Surely anyone who smiles, is more attractive and welcoming than someone who frowns all the time?

Anyhoos - I'll carry on with the night cream, and the face packs and hopefully less food and more exercise will result in a body fit for the happy face. If Tap was anything to go by I'll be burning hundreds of calories over the next couple of weeks. - more about that later.

DWNB

She just has to smile to blow my cares away

No 1 Daughter has got into the Hockey team for Saturday.

Yeah! I hoped she would. When she sets her mind to something she normally gets it! She only took up hockey in August. Had a couple of practises and then spent her birthday money on Hockey stick, shin pads, mouth gard, bag etc, and has been practising hard ever since hoping that she would get in.

So on Saturday, it's up at 8, to get her up to the pitch. I'm not even sure if it is home or away, but that doesn't matter, - she was just beaming last night when I went in, and that was enough to make me happy.

Maybe I'm wrong but I always seem to make my kids prepare for the worst, but then the BEST happens. Maybe I'm a pessimist, but I don't think so. I just don't want to build my kids up, only for them to be kicked down by someone else. By asking them just to do as much as they are capable of, with as much enthusiasm as possible and if they do that, I'm happy. That's all I ask.

I, as their mum, of course think that everything that they do is UNBELIEVABLY wonderful, but I'm also aware that I am biased, and preparing them for disappointment in the cruel world outside my arms is part of my job I think.

How lovely it is for me then, to be proved wrong so many times, and that my belief that my kids are FANTASTIC is totally backed up by everyone else who experiences their enthusiasm and confidence.

I love being a mum.

DWNB

Ive thrown away the blues...........

But not really. I think they will always be there, but so long as I keep taking the pills, they'll stay in the background!

Really Busy day this morning so far. Am exhausted. Is only 1215, and I got up at 7.20am, got Steven breakfast and dropped him at Monkton for a lift to Wishaw. Then I came home and did his paper round. Ross his stand-in is away camping with Si and the rest of the Scouts. My Gawd. Stevo did the right thing giving Ross Sunday's papers. Jeesus. I had the car, and I was still struggling.

Then I went and got the shopping. That in itself wasn't so bad. I got round in about an hour, but then it took me another hour to get out. I met Jacqui at the door, and after wandering around, we went for a coffee, then I got downstairs, and I almost bumped into a girl I worked with at RP.... I casually walked the wrong way round, but then walked in to Annie Pants, who I worked with at Sirius. ... Jeesus. She is just about to stop on maternity leave.... I couldn't believe it. she has eleven weeks to go and looks absolutely fantastic. I stood and gabbed to her for AGES, and then turned and walked away and walked straight into Janey from Tap! She tells me she is moving up to intermediate tap!!! bummer. I had a good giggle with her.

I'm still coping quite well.

I get up, and nothing gets me down. .........

There is something prolific about Van Halen, dontcha think?

My Baby has come home. She has aged while she has been away, and I think my Baby is gone for ever.

Don't get me wrong, she hasn't been doing anything BAD. She has just discovered her independence and that she can exist quite happily without the direct support of us each day! Look at her, glowing!

Aw. I'm really proud of her.

DWNB

The Friday 5

What would be a good collective name for your family, as in “A _____ of Joneses?”
A Ship of Cruses.
What would be a good collective name for your closest group of friends?
A basket of Cases!
What would be a good collective name for the stuff in your desk?
A Pile of *&^%
What would be a good collective name for your next-door neighbors?
a Bed of Bolsters
What would be a good collective name for the people in your line of work, as in “A _____ of accountants?
A Bevvy of Book-keepers. (we're notoriously more fun than Accountants!)

Life is good......... wild and sweet

I took my honey out last night.

Was his birthday.

For starters we went to the Scottish Good Home Show Exhibition!!!!

Hmmm Yes. Well. I bought him 3 tubs of curry sauce, which was VERY nice. (We had loads of tasters). Then I bought my mum a birthday present (she told me what to buy), and yes mum, my nail is still very shiney and smooth. Then I bought a pair of immense snippers for the garden. They cut thru everything, probably my finger, and they are French. Which is okay in my book.

We had a lovely walk along the Clyde. Never seen any bodies, so we could say "Thurs bin a murder".

Then we went to Cafe Andaluz which was lovely.

Si was a bit warey at first, doesn't like new places, but very much enjoyed his Calamares, Lamb something... which was suspiciously like a haggis cube, my chicken in honey and batter, and fried fish, and the shared Spanish Roll with Chili sauce. Yum.

The Creme Brulee was to die for, and we almost did. They served us enough to serve 6 probably, and the pigs that we are - we ate it. Then I blinded Si with the Flash on my phone. Excellent eh? He's not bad for 47!!!!!!

I sung Si happy birthday and then we had a bimble back to the car, and came home.

Lovely.

Baby coming home tonight!.

First Baby going to play in the Power League in Volleyball.... How cool is he!

To show just how much we love you........

Happy Birthday To You.

My Love, More Than


Sorry About the Card, and the flipping Postal Strike.

Will Make it up to You... Later. Promise

This is our lives on holiday............

is friday!

Well it's not really. Is my Friday. I'm off Thursday and Friday AND Monday, so technically I'm off for a week! Excellent. Then only 4 days, and I have another Weekend!

Heavens.

Tooli Belle is still checking in each night and seems to been having a ball. Tan is coming along nicely and she is swimming and eating stacks every day. Her greatest problem is that she can't decide what to buy her dad! I'm sure she'll find something for him.

Steven is hitting the hights of Glasgow everyday - Volleyball coaching at the Kelvin Hall. Didn't appear home last night until 6.15pm - was wandering around Glasgow City Centre having a shop. oh the life of it! Eh?

Anyhoos. Still at work. Have ALL Day to get thru, and a pile of work building up on my desk. Better get on.

We like to put ourselves on the line .......

We got up at 5 on Saturday morning, that is me and the boys. I dropped them at the Airport and went home to bed.

I got back up at 1030, and coloured my roots, and by 1.30 was on the train to Glasgow to meet up with Kirst.

I was there early and was subjected to many many Scots fans being marched thru the station onward to their train taking them to Hampden. As my boys were away to watch their country play, so too were the majority of men in Glasgow. What a nightmare. I was so embarassed to be Scottish. The only saving grace was that they were in Glasgow, surrounded by like-minded Glasweigians so I think they all thought it was okay. What is it about men in Kilts, who, after they have had a pint think it is okay to get their bits out. I seen so many willy's and arses on Saturday I can't count them. Additionally they seem to think, because they have easy access with Kilts on, that they can pee anywhere, at any time, oblivous to anyone walking past. I don't want to see men pee'ing in public thank you. Especially not facing me, at the door of a train as I try to escape without being pee'd on.

We opted for Cafe Uno. Which in itself looking back was probably a mistake. Italian food middle of the day, is only going to result in us being unable to eat for the rest of the day. Good or Bad, which ever way you want to look at it. I had Calamares for starters which was lovely, until I got to the bottom of the bowl, where the little calamares were, unlike the loops of chopped calamares, we had little ones with little tentacles (I nearly said testicals), waving at me, so I was unable to continue. Kirst had Stuffed Giant Mushrooms. First off - Not Giant. 2" across does not consitute GIANT. For a mushroom to be declared "GIANT", we have to have something at least 1' across. Secondly, Goats Cheese, Kirst discovered is not the same as "Cheese". and she promptly scooped it out after discovering that she didn't like it, and threw it on my plate. The parma ham and garlic was lovely tho, as was the slightly larger than a button mushroom.

Next course, I opted for salmon with Tagliatele. Big mistake. I was going to have the Salmon, but the ITALIAN woman (Kirst said she was Romanian), told me the pasta was better. Wrong. Less Salmon, MORE pasta. Couldn't eat it. You know what Pasta is like. Your stomach expands at twice the rate the pasta does in the pan. The aspargus tips and salmon in it were Gorg tho. Kirst had pancakes, stuffed with something, covered in cheese sauce. It looked like Lasagne, and to be honest, I think it probably was. Rolled up lasagne sheets. Then Pud.

I opted for my Favourite. Tiramisu, which Kirst says, is boring. But it wasn't it was lovely and cakey - and coffeey and alcoholly. Kirst had a sundae. See Picture. It was Massive. And SHE ATE IT ALL.

After, we were too full to do anything else, especially not drink.

So we went for a wander around the Gallery of Modern Art.

I'm sorry, maybe we aren't intellectual enough to appreciate it, but it was truely pap. That would be Pap, as in Rubbish, and not pap, as in Papal. (not Paypal), by the Way. First exhibit was Sectarianism, which is rife in Glasgow and most of Scotland.

However, all it did was emphasise the problem. It wasn't doing anything to make it better. Second floor, was light bulbs dangling from ceiling at odd angle with bent bed and bin (also bent). Couldn't work out what it was telling us. Third exhibit, and by this time we were totally confused, included a bike with what looked like a lap top strapped to it, and two pieces of metal, tied to the ceiling by what looked like a couple of pairs of tights. This apparently was representative of the divisions in Scotland over the issue of Hunting????? Eh? Exactly?

We left somewhat unfulfilled, and to make matters worse, the chap who sits outside, was without his traffice cone! Oh - Is Duke of Wellington. Should have realised that eh? To make up for my disappointment, I've found a picture.

We decided to go to the Pictures because we were so stuffed, walking around was hurting. It was that or going to one of the cheapy hotels which allow you to rent rooms b y the hour... (I wonder why), and have a sleep. But Kirst was in one of her lesbean moments, and I didn't feel like living up to her expectations then.

I now pronounce you Chuck and Larry was the choice. It wasn't bad, it wasn't good. There were some good giggles, but mostly it was great because we got to slob out in a couple of chairs. And, of course the view from the top of the cinema (12 floors up) across the city was lovely.

After that, we made our way back to the station, diving in between the dancing Scots. It was quite scarey. The station was a nightmare, kilted, face painted Scots everywhere singing at the tops of their voices - not any song recognisable as "scottish", more Nursery Rhymes. The train was just as bad.

Waaaaaaaa.

Home was a quiet relief. And of course, coming home to a Happy Message from Eilidh in Tenerife made my day!

Cause he thinks she melts when he touches her.

Here's my chocolate boy. I cannot believe that this little cuddle bun is the same chap standing next to my 6' husband this morning and was towering about 5' above him.

It's five o'clock in the morning, the city is awaking

Yeah, Am up at 5am. Had a lovely sleep, but needs must.

Eilidh in Tenerife..... Si and Stevo going to England Match at W-E-M-B-E-L-E-Y.

So here I am, up, waiting for them to get out the shower and dressed and I'm taking them to the Hairyport. And then, oh yes, will be coming back, and going to ma bed! I love my bed, and I don't even have to do the paper round!

Later on, am meeting up with Wee Devil and we are Eating!!!! We love Eating.

............................................

O M G - Am back from dropping them. Am so tired. Heading back to bed, with a glass of milk, a paper and a bar of chocolate. This is my FREE Saturday, so I can do what I want!.

Friday 5 - 12th October

What was the last thing you baked? bread. I only bake bread. Eilidh is the cake baker. I can do roasting and boiling, but Baking is not my strong point. I live with the memory of my GingerBread Cake from school being thrown out the back door for the birds, and after tackling it for 2 minutes, a seagull shook (yes, it did), it's head and flew off, leaving my Liver-Resembling Gingerbread on the ground.


What was the last thing you tried on for size? All my clothes in my wardrobe, every day, just in case I've shrunk and can fit into something, or grown and unable to fit into anything.


What was the last thing you purchased on credit? erm....... Everything?


What was the last thing you put a postage stamp on? A music Stand I sold for Si on Ebay. - One of a lot of 16! Anyone want one... going all in eight quid with postage. Mail Me!


What was the last thing you took a photo of? The Apples on the Tree in the Garden. They are soooo big and gorgeous I thought I'd catch them before the bunnies ate them all!

Even food don't taste that good, drink ain't doing what it should

Last night my baby left to go on Holiday with her Friend to Tenerife.

Apart from Guide Camps (She wouldn't go on Brownie Camps), this is the first time she has been away from us for this length of time. I'm wondering if this is the real reason I have been feeling bad. I have been worrying about my baby going away.

I took yesterday off so that I could get her all packed and sorted, and as the hour drew closer to her departure, she became increasingly quiet and withdrawn. I had her sit beside me and I teased her a while, and then brushed her hair into two plaits. As I finished and gave her a hug, her wee face crumpled, and the tears started to flow. She was going to miss us so much, was all I could get out of her.

The fact that her brother gave her a hug unthreatened before he left for Volleyball told me, that despite his teasing and celebratory dances, he too was going to miss her presence around the house. Dad sat there, quiet saying nothing. I knew he too, was seconds away from breaking. His baby, going away without him. O M G No one tells you being a parent is this hard.

The gang arrived for her bang on 8, and she said nothing as she got up with her bag. We met them at the door and passed over all the necessary papers, and passports. We laughed about Lori being so hyper, and Eilidh just smiled.

One last big hug from both of us, and off she went.

Only then, did I let a wee tear go.

Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way

I love this time of year. I love the smell in the air, the leaves being crunchy underfoot, and the changing colours all around me.

For two years, in the early part of our relationship, Si was on the other Side of the World from me (like KT), and I spent Autumn mornings strolling round being melancholy. I was sorry that Si was missing such a gorgeous time of year.

One morning early, in 1988, while Si was roasting in anti-flash gear at the front of a Destroyer in the Gulf I got up about 6 am and had a stroll round Pittencrief Park in Dunfermline and watched the Squirrels scamper about and the sun coming thru the trees and the birds singing their early morning song. It was so perfect I wanted to capture it for Si. So I scooped up as many leaves, in as many colours as I could carry and took them back to my room and put them in an envelope and posted them straight off to him.

Of course, when they arrived 2 weeks later, they had dried out, and as he opened the envelope a shower of dried up leaves and soil fell out of the envelope. But he knew what it was, and knew I was sending him Autumn. It was as good as a hug.

Didn't give the rest of the mess as good a laugh as the porn mag covered in melted chocolate!

DWNB

You told me it would last forever

So, today I was feeling odd. Not too sure why.

One school of thought was that it may be that the flu jab of yesterday afternoon having kicked in.

The other school believed that perhaps since I stopped taking my happy pills quite some time ago now I may have just dropped back in to the real world, which may explain the voices in my head.

Weird huh?

Going for a walk now.

For the Past has been bottled, and labelled with love

I hired a private detective once. Truly I did.

I was in to the third year of my relationship with Si, and his ex-wife to be was giving us such a hard time. She had convinced the Navy he wasn't paying Maintenance (which he was), and that she was living alone with his child (which she wasn't), and they were making deductions straight from his wages - which meant she was getting twice!

The Navy, and the Social needed evidence that she was living with someone else so I called "the detective". He was brilliant. Dirty raincoat and hat. Just like the movies. He came in and said "is it hubby, is he playing away?" Ha ha. His face when I said, "yes he was playing away, but I was the other woman and I needed the wife watching.

He was fascinated. Even more so when I told them where she lived, and he said that he was down there "serving" quite a lot, so he could get information without it costing me anything. It took him 2 days to establish that she had a man living with her. How lovely for the Social Security Anonymous Phone Call Department...

DWNB

Tomorrow mornin', I know there'll be hell to pay,

Wow. Weekend!

Gone.

Friday night ... I was all alone. Kids are Orchestra, Si at Scouts. I wandered about the house. All alone. Seriously. Glad when everyone came home.

Saturday. Our annual excursion to the Real Ale Festival in the Town Hall. Last year, my Sister and Brother In Law joined us, and have also decided to make it Annual Event! This year we were joined by Newphew, and mates, and then surprisingly No 1 Son!!! Yes. Bad and Evil Mother. How awful Am I? We took him with us when we left, and he pleaded to go back. We told him he couldn't get served on his own, and he took off into pub next door, and bought himself a beer!!! NIGHTMARE.

I had to get Si home but boy was under instruction to keep in touch by text which he did faithfully all night til he came in. Poor Si was unable to cope with the l evel of Alcohol and keeled over as soon as we got in. Thankfully NOT in the mess in the bathroom! Aw Well I say, at least it was the bathroom, and not the bed room!

Tooli...... spent the night with Gran. Proabably just as well, cause she gave us ALL hell on Sunday.

DWNB

Friday 5

Of the people in your life, who is Most Likely to Succeed?
Both my Children are going to Succeed. They are both determined, focused and have ideals.




Of the people in your life, who has the Dreamiest Eyes?
My Husband. I could look in them all night.

Of the people in your life, who is the Cutest Couple?
Me and my Man. To me, we are cute!


Of the people in your life, who is Most Changed?
Kirst. The wee devil..... She speaks now, and does bad things to beautiful boys!


Of the people in your life, who is the Geekiest?
My Husband. Is Computer, IT, Book, and TV Geek. But its something else I love about him.

You're a bonafide in every respect

Is Friday.

I Love Friday. I was very sleepy this morning, could have lain there all morning, but hey ho work calls. Long Lie tomorrow. Steven is going to play volleyball in Wishaw again tomorrow, not sure if we have to get up and take him there. Eilidh is not playing hockey, but hopefully will be in a couple of weeks. She is showing willing and is VERY keen. Can't see why she wouldn't.

Did another Reiki last night for my Sister. That's two this week - one for mum, one for her. Also helped Jacqui collect info for my nephew's coursework. - Due in tomorrow. Weans. They are all the same eh?

Is ANOTHER beautiful day. Am going to drive all the way up with the windows wide to the world, not because the car smells of sick, (that's cleared up now), but because I want to feel the fresh air in my hair.

DWNB

Inside we both know whats been going on

What a beautiful day. Sun is shining, no wind. Is actually warm!

however, on my way to the Bank thisavo, I drove past a West of Scotland Ned, with no top on. I'm not entirely sure the weather warranted that. But I think that it was making him happy so I'll let him off.

Kids are both out back door, playing volleyball, Si is cooking tea. All is good with the world.

Enjoy it.

DWNB

One Unending Understanding., Deep and Wide

Mum and Jacqui and me went out for meal tonight, to remember Dad.

We just decided that if he came back, now for a visit, he'd die all over again.

When he died there were no CD's, No Mobile Phones, No Satelite TV. The remote to switch about 4 channels was about as exciting as it gets. O M G If he could see Sky TV with Remote. Seriously it would blow his mind.

I'm sure he would ADORE the Grandweans, all 5 of them. Each special in their own way, but all of them, each with a wee bit of him in them. Amazing isn't it.

DWNB

Pay No Mind to What they Say...... Our Lips are

So, since my flu jab last year, I have had flu, precisely nonce. Which is great. Normally in a year I have at least 5 really severe colds, which end with me in bed, barking like a dog.

This year, I haven't so much had a cold as a sniffy/sneezy spell, maybe only twice. The last of which was last week. All good, except for the fact that I have still suffered the indignity of the disappearing top lip. You know, where your top lip has suffered the constant rubbing of non-high quality tissues (i.e, in this case, really cheap and nasty toilet roll), and starts to retreat up your nose.

I cannot today, distinguish between my top lip and my nose, If I had lip liner I would have no where to put it. I haven't even got my lip balm with me. Is starting to hurt.

I will have to go and snog people to try and make it better.

DWNB

PS - I have my flu jab booked for 8th October at 4.10 pm. PLease book yours if you are qualifying.

Cause I owe you nothing, nothing at all................

On Saturday, (yeah, I know, I've been distracted), we went to Police auction. Was auction of Police lost and found stuff. Can't give too many details away cause husband doesn't want loads of people turning up. Suffice to say, very interesting and we were able to resist the urge to buy and buy and buy.

We did however, buy 16 music stands for £25.00 Not bad, considering I paid £8 plus postage for 1 for Steven. So Eilidh has one and I have 15 to off load.

Anyone want a Music Stand... going cheap.... Do I hear..... £5.00????


DWNB

You better not stop them 'cause they're coming through

Neither Justified, nor ancient. I had a very bad hangover this morning. I can't even remember coming to my bed. I had one small bottle of Cider, Sweet, Organic, and very lovely, and 2/3 of a bottle of port. I think that is what did it!

I woke up and thought, I'm going to pass out, so I stumbled downstairs grabbed a couple of painkillers and crawled back to bed. I lay and groaned for a while, until I got Si up and downstairs to get me a cup of tea. Oh Thank God for that cup of tea. However just after drinking tea, the painkillers kicked in and I almost threw up. I had to snuggle back down and drift off for a while.

When I re-awoke, I felt brilliant. Si made me boiled eggs and soldiers and another cuppa. I was able to bounce out of bed and showered and got ready to do my weekly shop.

This feeling was not to last long. About 3/4 of the way round Tesco, I started to wilt, badly. A couple of times I had to stand in the freezer aisle for the chill factor. I managed to complete the shop and get out to the car.

Next on the stop was Morrison. (I buy fresh fruit from there not Tesco - too many people holding it in Tesco). I stumbled round there, and stumbled out to the car. I did consider car wash and tyres, but realised that I was collapsing under the strain of being upright. So i started back to the house.

Unfortunately I didn't make it back to the house before I vomited. I didn't make it to the next available parking space. I did, however, grab a carried bag, for there were many, and hold it to my face in the hope it would catch it all. Projectile vomiting does not take kindly to obstruction and it bounced back all over my face. That in itself was enough to spark the next retch. Jeesus, did I retch. It covered the handbrake, gearstick, the left hand side of my entire wardrobe for the day. It took all my willpower not to start crying.

As I pulled into the drive, I shouted to Si to STAND BACK. He took one look at me, and tried to look sympathetic, but laughter took over. He hadn't realised I was "that bad". To be honest, neither had I!

I firmly believe that it was actually food poisoning.

My car despite my best efforts still smells of sick.

I am a disgusting heap.

Truely.


DWNB

Freezing Breath On a Window Pane

It is most defo Autumn. I love Autumn, although Shit Things happen in Autumn. Well they did. They don't now, because life is good.

My Dad died in Autumn, the anniversary is in 4 days, 3rd, October, and I still remember that day like it was yesterday.

It was a no- weather day, like today. Grey, overcast, not hot, not cold, but somewhere in between, stillness in the air, and no wind. There was an Autumn smell, and that, was there today.

I had a sore throat. When I was in Edinburgh I always had a sore throat!

I had been in for a lecture, and was bimbling home at lunchtime. I was waiting to hear that the Council would agree to fund me sitting Risk Management and Insurance, and whole two year course, for Little Ol Me on my ownsome. I met Willie, a bar man who worked in a Pub I used to frequent in the other side of Edinburgh before we moved to the heady heights of Sighthill. He bought me an ice lolly for my sore throat, and dropped me off at home. I'm not sure what I did between then, and late in the afternoon, probably slept, because then, like now, my favourite pastime was sleeping.

I got a call from the college to say that the meeting had gone in my favour, and I would be getting to sit a course all on my own for the last two years of my course! ha ha . Mega. As I would say. Boris (my flatmate Janice) and me had Sausage casserole for tea, (- maybe that's what I was doing), and then we made our other flatmate Steve beg us to let him watch Startrek. We were REALLY cruel to him.

I picked the phone up to phone home and tell them my good news, and first sign that things weren't right. My Nant picked up the phone. I asked why she was answering the phone, and she said, "it's okay, don't panic, Jacqui and John are on their way over". My mind was racing, I knew something was wrong.

Then mum came on the phone and said, "helen, it's okay, but Dad had a heart attack today." In my mind she was telling me he was okay, and in hospital, but then she said "he died", and I slid down the wall, listening her to tell me to stay where I was, Jacqui was on her way to get me.

I gave the phone to Janice who listened to my mum for a minute and then hung up, I walked into my room, and put on my Tape recorder, and then slammed it off, thinking " I don't want to hear a song to remind me", but I heard it, only a couple of bars, and to this day "Wire", by U2" always takes me back to that day.

Janice and me sat on my bed contemplating how good life had been in the last couple of weeks. Jannie had come home with me, and her and dad had spent time sneaking out the back for a quick fag every hour or so - they had got on so well together. We had all been at a wedding - jees My pal was still on her honeymoon.

We moved thru to Jannie's room and watched out the window for Jacqui and John.

I think it is most definitely the singularly saddest time of my life.

Mum, Me and Jacqui are all going on on Wednesday for a drink to remember Dad!

22 years, and it still seems like yesterday.

The Friday 5

What is your favorite (toy) stuffed animal? Mmmmm Difficult. There are so many. Eeyore which Eilidh gave me for my Birthday, Piglet which Eilidh gave me for my birthday, Eeyore which I got at Disney, the Huskies we won at the Fair. Hundred.
What do you think of stuffed animals as gifts? I love them, cute cuddly, make you go aw.What do you do with a stuffed animal you don’t want? I never not want a stuffed animal, unless it is really ugly or a frog or cheap, in which case I "loose" it.
What are your thoughts on the whole Beanie Babies craze of the nineties?
We have beanie babies. Some of them are REALLY cute. We have Special Bat, who is Gorgeous, also Polar Bear, Unicorn, aw. I love them all. Seriously. And the Beanie people.
How many stuffed animals do you own?
No 1 Daughter has wardrobe top covered in Stuffeds, Bed full, and we have three bin bags
full of them upstairs in the attic! I have Eeyor, Piglet, Cow and Cat in the Car.

Down will Come Baby, Cradle...... Da Da

So there I am, tucked up in bed last night, almost asleep, and then it came.

K singing me to sleep down the phone. What joy. If there was a way to market it I would. I had to get up and go pee, it made me laugh so much. How can someone NOT know the words to Rock a Bye Baby? Not only that, but finish it with the words, "baby and Die" ?

Lovely. She is the bestest friend ever. You can rely on her to make you laugh when you least expect it. The UPS man, Del, wanted to know how often a year I get in to visit her. At last someone who thinks she is MADDER than me. .

DWNB

You can have a Cat, just as Long as it Barks!

Simon was definite last night. no Cat, Not now, not ever.

He doesn't want cat's peeing in the bedroom. Now don't get me wrong. We didn't have the cats sitting in the bedroom peeing all the time. Garp, bless her wee cotton socks did it when she was confused and sad. But Si, approaching his dotage has confused this in his mind with "ALL THE TIME". She did use the litter tray mostly all the time, but every so often the wee lamby would get confused walk up the stairs and pee in Eilidh's bedroom.

However, I think this is outweighed by all the love and affection both cats gave us, but kittens have to be a joint decision and whilst he is in denial of his own love for the kitkins I have to abstain from having a wee ball of fluff to love and cherish, and in the meantime smother the Rabbits with love and affection.

They like Cheese Tucs. I personally think these are better for them than Tea-Biscuits. Tea-Biscuits, however lovely they are, are I think, A tad dry for wee bunny mouths. Their favourite however, is madeira cake. They Lurve madeira cake. There is nothing quite as pleasing as coming home, stepping out the back door and have two little bundles of fluff run up to you and sit up for a biccy. How cute are those bunns!

Anyhows, I must get on, much work to do, despite the longing I have to bimble about outside in the sunshine and wind.

DWNB

Cause he thinks she melts when he touches her

So far today (started off writing FAT, freudian slip huh? ), I have had , 2 cups of Lemon and Maple, 2 cups of Coffee, and one cup of tea and 2 Foxes glacier mints. I await Andrea's arrival with a cup of soup.

I have decided that the problem definitely lies with Bread. What did I do on Saturday when I stopped fasting, Ate a flipping bagel! How sore was my butt? So now I have to devise my menu around lack of bread, and bread related things. I think perhaps Pasta is a problem too. So Pasta off the list. I'm hoping that I am okay with rice. Maybe is just carbs! I should have done the food introduction a bit more carefully eh?

Is pouring with rain, and the wind is howling thru the halyards. Sounds very wintery outside, but strangely enough I have the window open as it is very warm. Weird Weather.

DWNB

And I'll show you all the photographs

I'm in a melancholy mood today.

I watched a very very sad programme last night. Actually it wasn't sad, sometimes it was quite quite funny, but the tragedy of it all was that it was real. It was a true story and the horrible realisation of how awful life is for some people made me cry for almost 30 minutes after the programme finished.

I've just looked him up, and the actors who played them resembled very closely the real people which makes it even more heartbreaking. Why is this world so cruel to some people?

DWNB

Everyone Wants to be what they want them to be...

Easy...

No. Was up at 7.30 this morning to come in to work. A Certain someone booked a viewing appointment for 9 am, even tho, the office doesn't open until 10 on a Sunday... so here I sit. 9.05, and no sign of Mr and Mr Appointment.

Lovely L even phoned them and asked them to reschedule as Mr T is a dunderhead and got the time wrong, but they said they had "someplace else to be directly afterwards", humph. So here I sit, a the time sponsored by Accurist 9.09 and 30 seconds and STILL no Mr and Mrs Appointment.


It didn't take me 4 minutes to write the above, the clock on my pc is wrong, and I had to dial to check.

I stopped fasting yesterday, but don't feel so good for it. as soon as I started eating - yeah, normally I didn't increase food groups one at a time, I have pain in bum. So tomorrow I will go again.

Way hay - Mr and Mrs Appointment have turned up.

Ta Da

DWNB